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UNKNOWN TO ME AND YOU | Alastor x reader

Summary: As Alastor's shadow starts to act strangely, hidden feelings are brought to light.

This wonderful story was written from @lustylita's wonderful idea! The story is completely theirs; I just had the pleasure of putting it into words. Their original post can be found here.

Tags: Alastor x gn.reader, hidden feelings, angst

The last couple of weeks have been very strange to you. 

Well, stranger than the hotel usually was. 

Over the past few weeks, you have helped your best friend, Charlie, with her little passion project. The Hazbin Hotel - your only chance at redemption! 

While you couldn't say that you inherently believed in her dream, you would have been a poor friend if you hadn't tried to help her—emphasis on tried. Growing up within Hell's elite, where someone always handed you everything on gold platters, didn't foster any usable skills that could help run a severely understaffed hotel. The very thought of having to clean your own room had almost immobilised you.

Did you really need to vacuum the walls and the ceilings every week? How did the cleaning staff back at your parents' manor even do it? The manor was huge! 

Thankfully, you had not been forced to clean for long because shortly after Charlie had opened the hotel for business, an unwanted guest had come knocking at the door. Alastor and his somewhat reluctant companies, except for Niffty, who seemed to thrive in the chaos, quickly made themselves at home in the hotel. 

The same night they arrived, you and Vaggie had sat Charlie down in their room and begged the princess not to let the radio demon stay. After all, the tales of his deeds had even reached your family's manor in the Envy ring of Hell. But Charlie had been persistent, saying that maybe by staying in the hotel, she could change his ways. You loved your friend; you really did, but sometimes you wanted to shake some sense into her violently. 

There was nothing you could do about the radio demon and how he just took over many of the work duties you had at the hotel. Waltzing in as if he owned the hotel, he had taken one look at your work and deemed it unsatisfactory. 

"No, no, let me do it, doll!" he would say condescendingly, making rage lick up your spine, "We would want this to be done well for Charlie, now, wouldn't we?" 

You had lost count of all the times you fantasised about grabbing a chair and introducing it to his face. 

He made you feel incompetent, and worst of all, he was right. Most of the work you had done that he had redone was of better quality, more detailed, and better planned. If you had been a weaker demon, you would have given up, apologised to Charlie and gone home to your parents, but so, if the heavens would be your witnesses, you were going to crush that smug little bastard of a sinner! 

And so began your imaginary battle with Alastor about who could be the best executive producer. If you had asked Alastor, he would not have had any clues about what you were doing, only that it finally seemed like you were taking your job seriously. That said, he still did not like you. You were a spoiled little demon brat who had never worked a hard day in your life, and worst of all, you were sloppy with your work. 

But time kept ticking. The days passed, the hotel was filled with new residents, and somehow, you and Alastor were able to work together. Nevertheless, you only managed to do it by never being near each other, which worked wonderfully for you because the man could actually be quite okay when he was silent and on the other side of the room.  

You could have continued to live like this for as long as Alastor decided to live in the hotel. There was just this teeny tiny thing that perplexed you. 

Alastor's shadow liked to be around you. 

It had begun quite innocently with the shadow coming over to you one night when you were sitting in one of the armchairs by the fireplace with yesterday's newspaper in your lap since you had started to do the crossword puzzle on the back of the paper. You had been staring at the same clue for what felt like an hour, and you just couldn't figure it out. Out of nowhere, a shadowy finger had tapped on the clue to get your attention, and when you looked up, two empty holes for eyes had looked back at you with the biggest twisted grin full of teeth you had ever seen. 

"Fuck! Don't do that!" you whispered forcefully, not wanting to disturb the peace and quiet that finally had fallen over the hotel lobby. "What do you want?" 

Prepared to be bothered any second now by the radio demon, you got even more confused when the shadow started doing pantomimes. Why in the seven Hells was it swimming across the wall?

You looked on as the shadow began to swim back to you, tapped on the clue and started to swim again.

"Swimming? But it has nothing to do with activities! It is something about effort," you said as the shadow returned to you. Since it could not speak, the shadow just started to nod its head and tapped on the clue again. 

"Is it a word derived from the word swimming?" you asked hesitantly as the shadow continued to nod. 

You turned back to the clue before you—a word for no effort needed and swimming.

"Swimmingly?" you asked the shadow, who gave you an even bigger sinister smile and nodded again before it disappeared up the stairs. Again, you were left in the lobby with only the crackling fire as a company, looking over at the stairs after the strange entity that was Alastor's shadow.

The next couple of weeks just grew more and more strange with every day. Out of nowhere, Alastor's shadow started to just interact with you. It began as innocent waves to you behind Alastors back, and at first, you wouldn't wave back, but when you saw how sad the shadow got if you didn't return its greeting, you started to wave back to it. On a few occasions, Alastor had caught you in the act, which quickly prompted you to swat the air around you as if you were trying to get rid of a fly.

When the waves weren't enough for the shadow, it started to appear around you, helping you in various ways. Once, it even helped you find some important paper you needed for your job that you were convinced Alastor had hidden from you. 

It turned out that Alastor's shadow was much more pleasant company than its physical part, and you often welcomed the shadow's help with your crosswords during the evenings.

However, you were again thrown for a loop when the shadowed behaviour started to change. It began to interact with you even more, seeking you out during the day and staying for long periods at a time, just hanging around you or observing what you were doing. 

One day, it had even brought you a blueberry muffin from the bakery you liked across town. You had no idea how it had even done that. For all you knew, shadows were not physical things and could not interact with the physical world. However, you were promptly proven wrong when Alastor's shadow took your own shadow's hand and pulled you down the hallway to show you the roses that had started to bloom outside of the hotel. 

It was a paradox, a mystery that intrigued you. Alastor's shadow, a creature of darkness, was surprisingly sweet, charming, and, at times, downright romantic. How could such a lovely thing be attached to such a vile being?

It had been like any other day. Alastor's shadow had found you in your office early in the morning, going through all the paperwork that needed to get done that day. In its shadowy hand, it held one blueberry muffin and your favourite coffee mug with a sleepy bear on it, along with the text Bearly Awaken written underneath. 

The coffee had been divine because, somewhere, the shadow had learned to make a cup of coffee exactly how you wanted it.

You continued with your day in the presence of Alastor's shadow, walking together down the corridor, through the lobby, and out the front door as you chatted with the shadow. You had gotten quite good at interpreting its pantomimes and overexaggerated emotions and often found yourself laughing at any antics the shadow pulled. 

It followed you all day as you walked around the city, picking up the materials Charlie needed for her next exercise with the hotel residents. The shadow even helped you pick out the colours for the ribbons and paints. 

At one point, the shadow's long finger had brushed against yours. It had been a cold sensation, almost like being touched by mist, but that had not mattered to you as you blushed before looking away. Missing how the shadow practically folded in on itself when it saw your reaction. 

Was it possible to date a shadow and not the being it was attached to? 

The sun was setting when you and Alastor's shadow got back to the hotel. The lobby was almost empty except for Husk, who was polishing martini glasses by the bar. As soon as he saw the two of you enter the hotel, Husk leapt over the bar and rushed over to you. 

"I don't know where the fuck the two of you have been, but you need to leave now before he finds out that your back," Husk whispered to you as he gripped your arm to turn you around towards the door. 

"And you!" he said towards the shadow, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"  

The shadow made a high-pitched whine as it stepped closer to you. You were about to ask Husk what he had meant when a loud voice boomed inside the hotel.

"Where are you?"

Husk's hand tightened around your arm as he started to pull you towards the door. You followed after him, paralysed by action, as a stone of fear got stuck in your throat. The shadow looked at you, then back at the stairs and then back at you again with anxious eyes. 

Loud steps could be heard from the hallway above the staircase, and Alastor's shadow began to be dragged towards the stairs as if by an invincible force. It desperately dug its claws into the ground, and the shadow let out a wailing scream as it looked at you with big, pleading eyes. 

Alastor was calling his shadow back to him. 

The shadow continued to fight the force of its master's call, leaving deep claw marks on the floor, and, as if a gunshot had been fired at the room, the force wholly let go of the shadow. The shadow rushed back to you, where it clung to your body like a second skin. 

"Get back here, you disgraceful thing!" Alastor could be heard shouting as a massive hand gripped the hallway doorframe and pulled itself forward. It was the hand of Alastor's most demonic form. 

Beside you, Husk had begun to shake as his claws dug into your skin.

"You need to run. Now!" he tried to push you towards the door, but it was too late. From around the corner, Alastor stepped from the dark into the light, but as he stepped forward, he shrank in size. Still, he looked terrifying. 

His eyes were a deep red with volume controllers as irises, hiding any emotions he may have had. His antlers had grown in size, sharp and imposing, making the sinner look almost regal as he sauntered down the stairs. 

"Thank you, Husker." he said, his voice dripping in venom, "I can take over now." 

Husk was about to protest loudly when he disappeared in a puff of red smoke, and you were left alone with the enraged sinner. 

"What do you think you are doing?" Alastor snarled as you started to shake where you were standing. A small whine could be heard beside your neck as the shadow clung closer to you.  

"I don't know..."

"I'm not talking to you!" Alastor's look silenced you but confused you for a second before you saw his eyes drop down to your neck, where the shadow hid. 

"Come back here and stop resisting," Alastor snarled again and stepped towards you. The shadow gave away a low whine as it clung closer to your body, and you realised it didn't want to return. In a fit of temporary insanity, you placed a protective hand over the arms of the shadow around you and stepped away from the sinner.

"No!"  

"What do you mean no? It's my shadow," asked Alastor as he looked back at you in confused rage.

"He doesn't want to be with you anymore," you snapped and turned your nose up. You stepped to the side to walk around the sinner, effectively walking away with his shadow, but as you walked past Alastor, his hand shot out, and he tried to grab your arm. But you were faster; with your other hand, you slept Alastors hand away from you and the shadow.

"Will you stop it! Don't you understand that we want nothing to do with you, so just leave us alone!" 

With determined steps, you started walking over to the staircase to get as far away from the deer demon as possible. However, you didn't get far until you felt the shadow clung even more to you as it let out a pitiful sob. Its head had fallen over your shoulder as it looked up at you with longing eyes—a gaze it shouldn't be giving you since you had just saved it from its cruel master.

"What's the matter?" you asked it as you tried to caress its cheek, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw something that you never thought you would see. 

Without a smile and ears hanging low against his head, Alastor looked at you with the same miserable longing that the shadow looked at you with. And that's when you remember something your mother used to say to you when you were a child, a long time ago. 

Our deepest desires, our most precious wishes and longings, hide in our shadows. Everything we want follows us within our shadows as the weights of our souls.  

You wanted to kick yourself for being so foolish, for not understanding until now. Maybe a small part of you had always known, but it had been easy to ignore in your imaginary rivalry with the sinner. But a shadow never lies. Even the ones who can think and act on their own. They will always mirror their owner's heart's wishes and act upon them when the host won't take charge of getting what they desire. 

"You're in love with me," you whispered. It was not a question but a statement—a statement that seemed to hang in the air for an eternity but not long enough. 

“How? What? When?” you asked, desperate for answers.

Alastor walked hesitantly towards you, looked you deep into your eyes and did something you never thought he would do. He kissed your cheek. 

Your breath hitched in your throat as his warm lips softly touched your cheek, and when he pulled away, you could still feel their presence against your skin. As if you were branded by their sweet touch. 

"Come now," was the last thing he said to his shadow as he walked around you and back up the stairs. Alastor's shadow made a melancholic chirping noise before it let go of you and followed its master.

You were left alone in the big hotel lobby. Wishing that it was your lips Alastor had kissed and not your cheek.

I really hope it lived up to the expectations, but I loved writing it! It got a lot more angsty than I first intended...

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I just thought of something is Alastor the only one who hasn’t turn human yet? And how long will it be until he turns human?

I'm afraid I can't answer that yet. You'll have to wait and see for yourself (⁠~⁠‾⁠▿⁠‾⁠)⁠~

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Charlie's new toy (Hazbin AU)

Okay, so, new au. Thanks to that one comment under this post

Thanks, @clairefey, i've got one more au...

BTW!!!!! You can ask questions about this au!!! I've been thinking a lot while drawing this

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Alastor x Reader - Chest Fluff

Details: Established relationship, honeymoon phase, light teasing. You discover Alastor's chest fluff! Warnings: None, this is pure fluff - literally. No pronouns used. No use of Y/N. Not beta read as usual. Author's note: I’m fully convinced Alastor has chest fluff. I don’t have any proof except I think it’s CUTE. Word Count: 992

You’ve always loved cuddling Alastor. It’s the closest form of intimacy you had gotten so far in your budding relationship. And he was so, so comfortable.

Looking at him, you’d think he was all sharp edges and pointy teeth, but lying on his chest, as you were right now, you could swear this man was secretly a pillow.

Both of you were lying on a chaise longue in his room, soft jazz playing in the background. While he was busy reading over some papers, he’d allowed you to indulge in some cuddles, so long as you didn’t disturb him.

But you just couldn’t help yourself. You nuzzled your face into his shirt, his overcoat discarded on an armchair, and sighed.

“You’re so soft, Al.”

He peeked at you from behind his papers, a lazy grin on his face, and raised a brow at you in question.

“I’m serious, it’s like you’re a plushie. Or maybe you’re actually an alpaca demon instead of a deer. It’s as if you’re all fluffy or something.”

Alastor let out an amused laugh.

“Ha! Maybe it’s because I am.”

You raised your head to look at him. Now it’s your turn to cock an eyebrow at him.

“What? An alpaca demon?” Another laugh escaped him.

“Goodness, no! That’s a stupid notion, my dear.” He let his papers fall to the floor and gave you an amused smirk.

“It’s winter, darling. Not only do I have to deal with shedding my antlers, I also happen to grow a bit of a thicker coat of fur.”

His brows furrowed a bit in annoyance as he told you of his situation. He was obviously displeased by it, but by god, if you weren’t intrigued. You made a mental note to squeal about how openly he talked about it with you later. But for now, you needed answers.

Your gaze shifted down to his chest, now noticing that it did seem a bit fuller than it used to.

“Can I see it?” - “I beg your pardon?”

Your eyes widened at your impulsive request, as did his. Only now did you realize that that would include him dropping a layer. You’ve never seen one another in a state of undress, except perhaps in your night clothes. And even then you had both always been fully dressed.

But you made your bed, now you had to lie in it.

“U-uhm, I mean…I kinda…wanna see it..?” You stammered. You could feel your face heating up under his gaze, while his grin only grew wider. You were sure he was enjoying how flustered you were getting.

“Well, since you asked so nicely! Only because it’s you.” A dark glint flashed in his eyes as he said it. He then nodded to his shirt, challenging you to undo the buttons. “Go on, darling. Don’t be shy now.”

You sat up in his lap, head reeling and ears buzzing as if all your blood had risen to your face. You couldn’t believe you were doing this. Your shaking fingers undid his bowtie first, neatly folding it and placing it on the back of the chaise. Then you reached for the first set up buttons, so close to his neck. You could swear you heard a soft chuckle as you undid them.

Your eyes flit up at him for a second, before quickly snapping back down as you caught him watching you intensely with narrowed eyes and his wicked grin.

“Stop looking at me while I do this…” 

“No~.” Alastor teased.

If you could bush any further, you would.

You decided it was enough after three more sets of buttons. Now no longer focused on the task at hand, you spotted what looked like fur peeking from the gap in the shirt.

Without thinking, you spread his shirt open, even startling Alastor with your bold move. Eyes wide, you gazed at what you could only describe as soft looking brown fluff right in the middle of his chest.

If you had looked up, you’d see Alastor’s smile twitching. Now he was the one being stared at so thoroughly, and it unnerved him. He suddenly felt…exposed? Insecure, maybe? No, not him, never!

He stiffened up as he felt your fingers slowly moving through the tufts of fur, essentially stroking his bare chest.

The fur was dense and soft. Certainly made to keep him warm during the cold seasons - and possibly to serve as a pillow for yourself.

You thought it was so cute. It didn’t go at all with his reputation as the big bad Radio Demon, so it’s no wonder he keeps it a secret. A secret only you knew now.

“Wow, it’s really soft, Al! No wonder you’re so comfy all the time.” When you looked back up at him, you could see the faintest of blushes along his cheeks. You were sure your own blush was still there as well, but you felt reassured knowing that he was also affected by your intimate position.

You batted your eyelashes at him in an attempt to butter him up some more. He probably knew what you wanted to do next anyway.

“Can I..?”

He let out a theatrical sigh, but opened his arms to welcome you in.

“Fine. Since you’re being oh so sweet, my dear.”

You hummed in satisfaction and slowly laid your head down into his chest fluff. It smelled so much like him. You could hear his heart beating much faster than it had before and you grinned to yourself.

You let out another hum as you felt his arms come to rest on your back, his chest rumbling as he spoke.

“I hope you understand that this is to stay between us, darling?”

“Mhm~.” You agreed as you closed your eyes. There’s no way you would ever share this knowledge with anybody. This was just one of the many little secrets Alastor carried with himself. And this one was only for you to know.

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I'm so fascinated with the background posters in Vee tower.

(Didn't include the ones in Val's room. Those ones make me super uncomfortable! XD Plus I do not want "sexy" Val pictures saved onto my computer for even a moment!)

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Yes.

I just want to fulfill my dream hehe (๑･̑◡･̑๑)

I got inspired after reading some good smut… ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Hope u guys like it !

(Still apologize for my English…! please do tell if it sounds strange! (＞人＜;))

:I FIXED IT SO MANY TIMES! THIS IS THE FINAL I PROMISE!!!

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Reading amazing fanfiction, then forgetting to bookmark it

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Getting what you deserve

part 1 part 2 ( you're here ) part 3

-the drawing belongs to me, don't repost.

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getting what you deserve

Part 1 ( you're here ) part 2 Part 3

-the drawing belongs to me, do not repost.

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"Chemistry is you touching my mind and setting my body on fire."

@/hazelfoureyes 's 'A Doe in Fall' series HEAVILY inspired this (The recent chapter) so I wanted to draw it!

Hope you guys like it!

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Cherri being confused bc Angel is gay but he likes reader

Me, a gender-fluid person reading this: nyehehehe

Love Animalistic Disaster it’s one of my fav fics!!! :D

Awww, thank you!! (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

Hopefully it continues to live up to your expectations!!

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guys they're literally just :} and :]

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HHEEELOOO SAILOR!!! I AM FINISHED ;)) LORD HAVE MERCY HEAR ME OUT.. all of a sudden Im a cowboy hunter.

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Um, hello? Just wanted to say thanks for your stories, they made me want to draw after a long time. This is one of the ones I finished, you might like it. Have a good day😘

OMGOMGOMG ?!?!?! FIRSTLY, TYSM FOR READING MY STORIES!!

SECONDLY, OML YOUR ART IS BEAUTIFUL HE'S SO ADORABLE!!! HIS CHEEKY SMILE I LOVE ITTT, AND THE BACKGROUND DETAIL!?!?!

I never thought my works would help people get back into drawing BUT OMG I AM SO HONOURED YOU YOU YOU SO PRECIOUS MUAMUAHMIAH

Give this artist some love guys!! You're art is AMAZING and keep doing what you love!!<333

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*gets on one knee*

"As you wish my lord. I shall spread your holy words across the land. "

Gives you bagelssss

You can fuck these

Consider all of your bagels thoroughly fucked and coated in my cream

...

Lulu notices the gift left by an anonymous stranger. He opens it and finds bagels inside. His eyes immediately go wide upon the realisation.

There's no one to stop him here. No one to keept him from fucking these bagels. No one to deny him of the pleasure of what he had been longing for so long.

Without hesitation, he carefully glides his fingers along the smooth surface of the bagel. It feels very firm to the touch, but not hard

Unlike the bulge in his pants.

He grabbed one of the bagels and brought it up to his nose. A good sniff and he could almost feel himself explode right then and there.

Oh how intoxicating. Finally he's able to fulfill his lifelong dream of finally fucking a bagel. Everytime he tried, he couldn't purchase them at stores. Somehow god hated him and managed to deplete the stock of whatever restaurant he went to.

But now that delicious snack was all for his pleasure. It had a hole for a reason right?

But wait, he can't be fucking a raw bagel now can he?. Slowly he shoved his tongue into the small hole Without the sensation. Without the feeling of walls on the other side it felt awkward, empty and hollow, but lulu didn't care. He was too far gone. He needed this.

He made sure to dribble on as much spit as he could onto the treat, coating the very same hole with makeshift lubrication for when he would inevitably use it as a fleshlight.

The longer his tongue swirled and tasted the wheaty flavours of the bagel, the more he could feel all the blood drain from his veins and get transported to his dick, which had already dampened his pants. The stray strings of drool that detached from the bagel were making that wet patch a lot worse.

Once lulu decided rhat it had been enough prep, he examined the bagel once more. Wet. Soggy. And best of all, ready for some dick.

He quickly unbuttoned and pulled down his pants, revealing his now hige massive and totally not micro dick. It twitched (from happiness) once it was met with the cold air of the room.

Lulu didn't wait any longer. He brought the donut down and balanced it on the tip of his dick. The size of the hole was almost perfect. It was as if the gods had created this bagel specifically for his dick and his dick alone. It was just meant to be.

All that spit that had been on the bagel was starting to slide down and coat his dick the same way lulus tongue had tone to the bagel. It only added to the pleasure he got from it.

Lulu took a deep breath, closing his eyes before sliding the bagel all the way down to the base of his cock. The sound that left him was anything but human, a moan unlike anything else and a chojed off scream that would make even angel dust jealous of his performance.

"fuck it's been too long" lulu grunted, now slowly sliding the donut back up from the base of his cock. "Too long since I-fuck"lulu but his lip as he once again repeatedly kept sliding that spit covered bagel up and down across the entire length of his dick. He was trying very hard to be quiet, but how could he? This was the dream and he was living it

But for the sake of his own sanity, he best not alert the other polycule members, lest his bagel be snatched mid-fucking.

He sped up his movements a little, experimenting with the angels and rotations and letting more and more desperate and pathetic sounds escape him. It wasn't his fault. The more something is denied from a person the more enjoyable it became.

It is the devils fruit, it had been tempting him for so long and now he finally had given in. Not that he was not trying to before, he already knew he was weak to such temptations.

It wasn't long before the movements of his hand (or the bagel) weren't enough to keep him stimulated. He had to start using his entire body. he started thrusting his hops up into that hole, squeezing and almost destroying the bagel as the intensity of the pleasure grew.

It wouldn't be long before he'd have his moment and finally cover that bagel with his cum, oh how wonderful would it look, covered in all sorts of bodily fluids. First his saliva, then his cum and eventually, he'd probably eat that monstrosity of a creation too.

He was nearing his edge. He is so close, so close but a nagging voice in his head keeps telling him to stop. Lulu, you know you aren't allowed. Lulu you know to be better than this. Lulu be a good boy and put the bagel down.

And then the realisation hit. Lulu was conditioned. No matter how he tried, he wouldn't be able to cum from just the bagel alone. All that denial the polycule had been giving him rewired his brain. He physically couldn't be able to finish off with the bagel.

This devastated lulu, finally letting go of the bagel and setting it back down onto the table in despair. His dick acked from all the action, but it wouldn't be as painful as knowing that he was once again, denied the pleasure of fucking a bagel. What cruel god has decided to watch over him and were they enjoying his suffering?

"You win this round polycule, but mark my words. I will find a way to fuck that bagel one way or another"

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Wtf is this whole thing??? 😭😭😭

How-wha, how the fuck did you even come up with this??

I read it fully just to dare myself...I need bleach right fucking now.

Gives you bagelssss

You can fuck these

Consider all of your bagels thoroughly fucked and coated in my cream

...

Lulu notices the gift left by an anonymous stranger. He opens it and finds bagels inside. His eyes immediately go wide upon the realisation.

There's no one to stop him here. No one to keept him from fucking these bagels. No one to deny him of the pleasure of what he had been longing for so long.

Without hesitation, he carefully glides his fingers along the smooth surface of the bagel. It feels very firm to the touch, but not hard

Unlike the bulge in his pants.

He grabbed one of the bagels and brought it up to his nose. A good sniff and he could almost feel himself explode right then and there.

Oh how intoxicating. Finally he's able to fulfill his lifelong dream of finally fucking a bagel. Everytime he tried, he couldn't purchase them at stores. Somehow god hated him and managed to deplete the stock of whatever restaurant he went to.

But now that delicious snack was all for his pleasure. It had a hole for a reason right?

But wait, he can't be fucking a raw bagel now can he?. Slowly he shoved his tongue into the small hole Without the sensation. Without the feeling of walls on the other side it felt awkward, empty and hollow, but lulu didn't care. He was too far gone. He needed this.

He made sure to dribble on as much spit as he could onto the treat, coating the very same hole with makeshift lubrication for when he would inevitably use it as a fleshlight.

The longer his tongue swirled and tasted the wheaty flavours of the bagel, the more he could feel all the blood drain from his veins and get transported to his dick, which had already dampened his pants. The stray strings of drool that detached from the bagel were making that wet patch a lot worse.

Once lulu decided rhat it had been enough prep, he examined the bagel once more. Wet. Soggy. And best of all, ready for some dick.

He quickly unbuttoned and pulled down his pants, revealing his now hige massive and totally not micro dick. It twitched (from happiness) once it was met with the cold air of the room.

Lulu didn't wait any longer. He brought the donut down and balanced it on the tip of his dick. The size of the hole was almost perfect. It was as if the gods had created this bagel specifically for his dick and his dick alone. It was just meant to be.

All that spit that had been on the bagel was starting to slide down and coat his dick the same way lulus tongue had tone to the bagel. It only added to the pleasure he got from it.

Lulu took a deep breath, closing his eyes before sliding the bagel all the way down to the base of his cock. The sound that left him was anything but human, a moan unlike anything else and a chojed off scream that would make even angel dust jealous of his performance.

"fuck it's been too long" lulu grunted, now slowly sliding the donut back up from the base of his cock. "Too long since I-fuck"lulu but his lip as he once again repeatedly kept sliding that spit covered bagel up and down across the entire length of his dick. He was trying very hard to be quiet, but how could he? This was the dream and he was living it

But for the sake of his own sanity, he best not alert the other polycule members, lest his bagel be snatched mid-fucking.

He sped up his movements a little, experimenting with the angels and rotations and letting more and more desperate and pathetic sounds escape him. It wasn't his fault. The more something is denied from a person the more enjoyable it became.

It is the devils fruit, it had been tempting him for so long and now he finally had given in. Not that he was not trying to before, he already knew he was weak to such temptations.

It wasn't long before the movements of his hand (or the bagel) weren't enough to keep him stimulated. He had to start using his entire body. he started thrusting his hops up into that hole, squeezing and almost destroying the bagel as the intensity of the pleasure grew.

It wouldn't be long before he'd have his moment and finally cover that bagel with his cum, oh how wonderful would it look, covered in all sorts of bodily fluids. First his saliva, then his cum and eventually, he'd probably eat that monstrosity of a creation too.

He was nearing his edge. He is so close, so close but a nagging voice in his head keeps telling him to stop. Lulu, you know you aren't allowed. Lulu you know to be better than this. Lulu be a good boy and put the bagel down.

And then the realisation hit. Lulu was conditioned. No matter how he tried, he wouldn't be able to cum from just the bagel alone. All that denial the polycule had been giving him rewired his brain. He physically couldn't be able to finish off with the bagel.

This devastated lulu, finally letting go of the bagel and setting it back down onto the table in despair. His dick acked from all the action, but it wouldn't be as painful as knowing that he was once again, denied the pleasure of fucking a bagel. What cruel god has decided to watch over him and were they enjoying his suffering?

"You win this round polycule, but mark my words. I will find a way to fuck that bagel one way or another"

[speedycoffeedelight]

I need an Angel Dust with all of his arms tucked in doing the worm randomly in the floor- to absolutely everyone’s horror and confusion

Charlie: Do you have any special skills that… aren’t related to sex? Or murder? Or drugs?

Angel: I can do this!

Angel, drops to floor and pulls arms in:

Angel: *wiggle wiggle wiggle*

Vaggie:

Vaggie: I think I would have preferred if you did a sex thing.

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